Just before the 1987 General Election, then Labour leader Neil Kinnock made a telling and prescient intervention, one that stands repetition this morning. “If Margaret Thatcher wins on Thursday, I warn you not to be ordinary. I warn you not to be young. I warn you not to fall ill, and I warn you not to grow old”. Change Mrs T’s name for that of alleged Prime Minister Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, and the warning stands once more.
Labour put a manifesto of real hope before the British people. But, in the misplaced belief that Brexit had somehow to be done, and the yet further misplaced belief that Jeremy Corbyn was the face of evil incarnate, many voters, perhaps also swayed by the incessant propagandising of rich and intolerant press barons, voted for a party led by a congenital liar who has betrayed all who ever put their trust in him.
Bozo The Clown has assured us that he will repay the trust of voters. He stands before a podium that declares “The Peoples’ Government”. Both claims are obscenely fraudulent: the only people in whose interests the Tories will govern are the rich and greedy. The vast majority of those who placed their cross next to The Blue Team’s candidates are as so many useful idiots, voting for their country to be systematically ransacked.
Poverty, already at levels which would shame any Government that had any, will only increase. Homelessness will worsen; we will have to get used to shop doorways, subways, park benches and the undersides of road bridges becoming temporary shelters for those who have fallen to the bottom of the pile, those who may be in regular work, but who have no place to call home. Our health service will now face a fresh assault.
Seriously ill people sleeping on floors? With Bozo in charge, they may be lucky to get in the door at A+E. Life expectancy will worsen, waiting times to deal with serious illnesses and life-threatening conditions will lengthen. The “40 new hospitals” will fail to materialise. But, like all those overpaid, leering columnists, you can always go private.
The education system will be placed under yet further strain. Sure Start will become a distant memory. Yet more children will arrive at school hungry, their parents going to work even hungrier. But Bozo and his boosters will not want for food and drink; for them, the world will remain excellent, insulated from the ghastly 95% they just conned rotten.
As to Brexit, the idea that Bozo will get it done is the biggest con of all. Businesses are already urging the Tories to secure the terms of our future trading relationship with what will be the EU27. Those negotiations will take many months, indeed years, and if there is any sign of significant disruption, businesses will begin the process of moving to mainland Europe what they can. The remnants of our manufacturing base will be up for grabs.
All those EU nationals might just stop and think that perhaps many of them would be best served leaving, too. Why remain in a country whose Government openly hates you? And for those non-EU migrants, well, the realisation will soon hit home that, when the mood turns nasty, the Tories will need someone to blame - no need to guess who that will be.
And to cap it all, the breakup of the Union may soon be upon us, with Scotland going its own way after more than 300 years. Northern Ireland may also break away from the UK. But this will, in the retelling, be a triumph for Bozo, so that’s all right, then.
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